Monday, November 30, 2015

#FreeReadMonday

It's that time again...

I hope everyone had a fantastic and restful Thanksgiving weekend. Maybe you braved the crowds on Black Friday or hit up the internet for great deals. I'm hoping you too a little time to read something just for fun but if not, I have the perfect thing for you...Chapter 5 of Down The Dirt Road... Jennie is learning that even the best laid plans often go astray...

The
sun hung low in the sky by the time Jennie made her way back to the house from
the barn. Momma sat on the wide front porch bathed in cool, welcoming shade. A
pitcher of ice cold, fresh lemonade on the round glass topped table, condensation
running down the sides and pooling on the glass. Chunks of lemon and a half
dozen or so raspberries floated in the pale yellow liquid. Jennie’s mouth watered
at the thought of the sweet tartness passing over her tongue and cooling her
overheated body from the inside out. Momma sure always knew the right thing to
do.

“You look beat, Jennie girl. This heat’s
too strong to stay out in it for so long.”

“Don’t worry Momma. I spent most of the day
in the barn, away from the sun. Had a lot of cleaning to do in there.”

“You know, sweet pea, I can hire someone
to keep things running for a while. Your Daddy left us enough life insurance to
get us through the rough patch.”

“I’m fine, Momma. Keep the money in the
bank. I can handle it.”

The work kept her busy. Focusing on the
animals and the chores occupied her mind and discouraged heavy thinking.

She poured a glass of the lemonade. Condensation
ran down her arm leaving streaks in the dust and dirt that had accumulated on
her skin during the day. The ice cold liquid chilled her throat and worked its
magic on her insides. She drank the whole glass down in one long swallow.Momma watched with disapproval but she didn’t
say anything about manners or lady like behavior. Propriety seemed to have gone
with Daddy to the netherworld.

Jennie’s skin prickled with angst as Momma
asked the questions she knew she would but hoped she wouldn’t.

Her voice was firm when she spoke
again.“This is my future now, Momma.The
farm—you—need me here.”

“Your whole life, all you ever talked about
was getting out of here.”

“My whole life I expected Daddy to live
forever.”

Jennie’s words hung in the air between
them, suspended by the sadness that enveloped them constantly the past few days
since John Marshall had passed. There was no disputing that his death had
changed their lives and the sadness had become as much for themselves as for
him.

Neither
one of them spoke for a long time. The sun continued to set beyond the horizon
and dusk began to settle in around them. From down by the pond, a bull frog
croaked, initiating a cacophony of crickets, cicadas and beetles that serenaded
them as they sat.

“There has to be another way, Jennie girl. I
mean, I never wanted you to leave but now I don’t see how you could stay. Your
Daddy’s death shouldn’t change your whole life.”

“But it did, Momma.Don’t you see that it already has? I’m sorry
Momma. But things have changed now. All we got is each other and Daddy’s
dreams. This farm was his life, his dream. It’s all we have left of him.”

“But what about your dreams, sweet pea?”

“I’ll make new dreams. You had dreams when
you were my age but you spent a lifetime here with Daddy. Farm life was good
enough for you. It will be good enough for me too.”

“I fell in love with your father. Love
makes people do things they wouldn’t have imagined doing on their own. I
willingly gave up my plans because I wanted to be with John.He was a farmer, it was in his blood. He
hated going to the factory every morning, he couldn’t wait to get home and get
outside with the animals and the hay fields. I wanted to be with him and he
needed to be here. But you aren’t making your decisions willingly. You are
trying to live your father’s life for him and he wouldn’t want that for you.”

“If he cared so much about what I wanted he
wouldn’t have left us.”

The words left her mouth before she had the
chance to even think about biting them back. She felt horrible instantly and
the look of raw pain on her Momma’s face caused a surge of guilt to well up
from deep within her gut.

“I’m sorry, Momma. I shouldn’t have said
that. I don’t seem to have much control over my tongue these days.”

Momma reached across the small table and
placed a hand on her only daughter’s arm.“Your father was so proud of you. From the day you were born, pride
oozed from his pores whenever he held you. You were the first thing he thought
of when he woke and the last thing we talked about before he fell asleep. He
had high hopes for his baby girl and it would sadden him greatly to know that
you are going to give up everything to stay here. Selfishly, I want you with
me. I don’t want to be alone. I can’t do the things your Daddy did or that you
can do. So, I say, do what you think is right.”

The hand on Jennie’s arm began to shake
in slight tremors. Momma yanked her arm back and dropped it into her lap, fear
in the green eyes so much like her daughter’s for the briefest of moments. An
odd sensation washed over Jennie. Something wasn’t quite right, she could feel
it but Momma’s expression had become shuttered. Jennie recognized the look- she
wouldn’t be getting any answers to any questions that night. Their conversation
was over.

She stood and stretched. Her back ached
and her muscles were sore. After Michael had left, she threw herself into
mucking out the stalls, replacing the hay bales and doing some general organizing
in the messy barn space. Daddy was a good man but neat and organized he wasn’t.

“I’m gonna take a hot shower, Momma.” Her
stomach rumbled loudly as she picked up her empty lemonade glass and made her
way toward the door to the house.

“Maybe you should eat something first,
sweet pea. You haven’t eaten much more than a finch does since… since… in a few
days.” Elise’s voice broke as she tried not to have the say the words. Jennie
knew exactly how she felt. The word dead
was so final and if she refrained from voicing it then maybe John Marshall wasn’t
actually gone for good. Her ears automatically strained to listen for his old
Ford coming up the rutted lane.

The truck.

She had been ignoring Daddy’s truck for almost
a week. It still sat in the drive in front of the house exactly where he had
last parked it on the day he gave her a ride home. She resisted the urge to
throw rocks at it and curse. Its very presence reminded her that she had been
so wrapped up in her own problems that she hadn’t even noticed that Daddy was
dying. It couldn’t stay there. She couldn’t walk by it each day, a constant
reminder of his absence. Maybe tomorrow she would drive it out behind the
house; park it by the old tool shed in the corner of the hay field. Yes, that’s
what she would do.It would become a
memorial out there, a memorial to the man that had so lovingly cared for it for
so many years, believing in its solidarity and refusing to tarnish its
reputation by replacing it with a shiny new one.

“I’m still not OK with you not going to
college.” Momma called to her softly from the shadows.

“I’ll take some courses at the community
college, OK?” She called back just as softly.

“OK. It’s a start. We will talk about the
rest another time.” Momma’s voice had become barely more than a whisper. There was
so much sadness in her words, it just about broke Jennie’s heart.

“OK, Momma.” Nothing her mother could say
would change her mind. She knew what she had to do and going off to college
wasn’t part of that plan any more. “I’m gonna go wash up and grab something to
eat.”

“I’ll be there in a bit, dear. I want to
sit out here with your father for a little while.”

In the days since John Marshall’s death,
Elise had taken to sitting on the front porch in the evening hours. She claimed
she felt closer to him. John loved the outdoors, maybe it did bring them
closer, her sitting out there like that. aWho was she to judge- didn’t she
spend her days in the barn with the animals?

The only thing she planned on judging now was
how hot the water was in the shower and how comfortable her bed was.